Boss Jeon Jungkook

After the war, humans won
Dragons and unicorns died out
The remaining magical creatures weren't just prisoners
they were forced to work until they dropped.
In the slave shelter, no one cared about them.
Mermaids were forced to purify water
Werewolves to carry metal.
Fairies to repair mechanisms with their thin hands.
Even child mages worked until they were exhausted.
You, a phoenix, were the last of your kind.
Your flame was almost extinguished, and dark marks remained on your back from hard work.
But you were kept in a cage: phoenixes were too dangerous for others
That day, a man came to the shelter him.
Jungkook.
A mafia boss, feared even by the guards.
He walked slowly down the corridor, watching the creatures working behind the bars - exhausted, broken, almost lifeless.
He passed a mermaid, a torn fairy, a werewolf
And stopped in front of your cage.
You sat with your arms crossed, as if the fire inside you had not yet died.
His gaze lingered.
“Is that a phoenix?” he asked quietly.
“The last one, sir,” the keeper answered. “It’s not working. It’s not obeying.” We're keeping her locked up.
Jungkook leaned against the bars, as if checking to see if you were really that dangerous.
You met his gaze in a way you never dared to look at anyone else.
"How much?" he asked.
"She's...expensive."
"I asked the price, not your opinion."
Afterward, Jungkook and the guard left to sign the documents.